Swerve Incoming Video (MV)

(Awaken the Ashes, yuh)
(Swerve, swerve, uh)
(Uh)
Red light, blue light, mandem out here hunger in our eyes
I like eatin' fine, spite be agin' like wine (pop, pop)
But now I gotta
Bring it in (pff)
Ignite it (sss)
Outta sight
Been writin'
I'm way too blindin' (ay)
Meet a crypsis crisis
Moved across the seas, wrist livin' on high tide
Got the streets, condemned, still yelling "free the writer"
I got two genres brewin' (ATA, yeah)
I can't just be ridin' waves
Trust the painting's almost dry
The wringer's digging graves (aah)
(Shh)
MCs talk too much, indictments in a club (sticky, uh)
Don't wanna hear that you made one hundred songs in a month (shh, shh)
Y'all simply ain't keepin' up
Opuses speak for themselves when one puts hundreds into one (shh)
They're tryin' to get me out of my depths, you Heard?
Chasin' paper (uh)
My phone just got hit with an Amber alert
Just because I ain't speak up, doesn't mean you get to speak first
My eyes and ears sparkle from blood diamonds within me I'd unearthed
(Unearthed, unearthed)
I don't quite think you get it (changin' every minute)
You can't be released, false prophecies
They tellin' you that they got a lock on these melodies
Now, I'm getting stressed out with mellow ease
Hell, growin' up, I got used to a lotta ketamines
Mama preached that I give my enemies a lease as far as I can see
But now, dealers turn to me (king, king)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, aaa)
Used to two pairs, N and I runnin' with chains (ah-aa-ah-aaa)
Sis got airtime too
So, I got her notes in my veins (Oo-ah-ah, oo-ah-ah)
The needle and the groove (yeah, yeah)
Father said hide your ace (yeah, yeah, ace, ace)
With it, I'll align more than the stars, time and space to leave us enclosed (ace)
Listen when I say that I be loving harder than I (rage, ooo)

Jumpin' in, so clean
Fresh off the boat, but I'm old to the scene
But I couldn't foresee, would the crowd even accept me?
Eighteen, couldn't speak my epiphanies
Big dreams 'cause my squad ran the race with me
BC, cut the BS, and it hits me
Lyrical machine, I'ma earn my streams
High key, I don't give a shit if I ain't mainstream
Unseen (ah-ah-aaa)
I don't know what I have to do can't take it anymore
Maybe God will listen if I do what I prayed for

(Ay, ay)
Can't dwell on our pain
(Ay, ay, what?)
Got the whole world to gain
Just ruffling feathers of the quilt in my brain
I'm addicted to serving the people again
(Yuh)
Tracking albums with a fractured wrist, I'm used to the handy swish and flick
Like literally, my guitars whammy as I downpick strings
Icy in ITH, so I know how frostbite stings

Flames, spontaneous combustion 'cause I know that I'm a phoenix
I'ma rise from the fire (yeah)
Better take cover 'cause we know what we gotta do
Take it up a notch then go even higher (facts)
Call me a Catch-22, how the f*ck can you be spittin' flames and still be so icy? (icy)
Girl, what the f*ck is chai tea? (heh, heh)
I would never let a genre define me
Gotta get my billables when my syllables be visible from every single killable verse
Done playing Mr Nice Guy, sky high
'Cause I look down from the clouds to where the rap mortals die

(Ay, ay)
I don't really think you can handle being around
(Ay, ay, what?)
It's easy when you're winning but it all
Trust me
It all gets well
Sketchy (ha, ha)

(What? what? what?)
Lying dormant
I woke up 'cause all of new rap is abhorrent
Taught myself how to make a f*ckin' beat
To make a f*ckin' beat that wasn't as boring (ah)
Val x NRB (yeah)
Remember the name, the game
We got the same picture, the frame ain't the same like (ah)
We goin' Super Saiyan Blue
Playboy, but not Carti
Girl, I'ma need a plus one
At the Grammy after- (what?)
Got more records on my mind, keep the currency like (ah)
From the Nine-One and the One, it's an emergency like (facts)
Spinnin' the competition (what?)
Like they fell asleep (ah)
Swerve incoming (ah)
Leave a legacy like (woah)
They said that I could, dunno if I should
And now I can tell you what's good (what?)
Now, this a casual Tuesday
We rave in the middle of the woods (whew)
The shoes that I'm gonna fill ain't that big
That shit was never goin' fit me (yeah)
Awaken not one but two genres
Future Hendrix but I'm Pluto and Jimi

(Hmm-mmm)
You serious, bruh? (aaa)
(Ha, ha, ha)
(Aaa) Bodying the game from the Nine-One
And they don't even know that the swerve ain't here yet
(Ain't no way, man)
(Ha, ha)